The title of my blog describes me to a tee, I recently got back into my love for reading and wanted to share my thoughts. I started enjoying a glass of wine to help me relax and find time for myself by reading a good book.
Lucas Rockwell isn’t just ten years younger than me, he’s my deceased
Tainted by secrets, everything about us is wrong and forbidden.
Like fire and gasoline, we're an explosion waiting to happen.
We're tempting fate with every touch.
A hand on my arm stirs me from my deep musings. “Lucas, are you okay?”
My head turns and I find Charlotte standing beside me. The first thing I
notice are her large tits and how close they are to touching my arm. If I
shift a fraction of a step to the side I could feel them press against me.
My eyes move up over her delicate collarbones. I want to place a kiss
between them and then lick my way up her graceful neck until I reach her
red mouth. Fuck me. She has the mouth of a fucking porn star. I wonder if
she sucks dick like one?
“Lucas.” She rubs my arm, pulling me back to the present.
My eyes leave her enticing lips and raise up to meet her enthralling blues
and I finally find my voice. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I turn to face her, our
gazes never breaking contact. With her heels she stands only a few inches
shorter than my six foot one inch frame and the tips of her breasts are
pointing at my chest. Being this close to her has my dick hard. I’ve never
had such a strong reaction to a woman before. A few seconds in her company
and my cock’s ready and waiting.
“Can I get you anything?” she asks, rubbing my arm again.
That’s a loaded question if I ever heard one.
“I don’t know. Can you?”
Her hand falls from my arm. “If you want something, I’ll get it for you.”
I inch forward until her tits are touching my chest. Her eyes go wide. “I
want a lot of things Charlie.” I let my hand caress over the curve of her
hip down to the top of her ass as I reach behind her to pick up the refill
the waitress placed there for me a few minutes ago. I take a step back,
lifting the drink toward my mouth. “Right now I just want another beer.” My
lips close around the bottle and I take a large gulp. Jesus. I need a cold
shower after being this close to her.
Her porn star lips open in a silent oh at my reply. She flashes me a tight
smile and looks down at the diamond encrusted Rolex on her wrist. “The limo
will be here in twenty minutes to pick us up.”
I nod my head before tipping back the beer. If I drink this one straight
down I’ll have time for one more.
Charlotte takes a dainty step back still looking at me and then pivots
around to walk back into the reception room. My eyes follow her, locked on
the generous curves of her ass. Fuck. I no longer need to wonder or
speculate about what my father saw in her. It’s the same thing every red
blooded guy sees when he looks at her. SEX. Between her large rack, her
full lips and her heart shaped ass, I don’t know which I’d like to bite
more. But I’d sure like to find out.
About the Author:
Remy Blake is a male and female author duo, who paired up to have some fun
writing steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust and a HEA. You can expect
twice the debauchery in every novel they write.